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Resident Hero – White EP

LYRICS

Father are you listening to me?
You gotta let it go.
Father are you listening?
I am the bullet.
If I am the son, and I am the ride,
Then how do I rest upon it?
If I am the one, the murders the tribe,
Then how do I kiss the hand I bit?
A wrist is slit so mine can mend.
How am I, supposed to breathe in?
The chamber is full, and I am the gun,
For everything, that you've ever loved.
Erasing the tone, and shaping the line,
Like this is an open market,
For any of you, individuals
Willing to make bets upon my soul.
A stepping through to the other side,
Is your own accord, and my own soft shaking.
The chamber is full, and I am the gun
For everything, that you've ever loved.
You you're loved, loved, loved,
And you're loved.
Loved.
Loved.
And I am alone.
The chamber is full, and I am the gun,
For everything, that you've ever loved.
That you've ever loved,
That you've ever...
The chamber is full, and I am the gun.
Gun.
Gun.

I put the knife in my heart.
I don't remember to bite,
Over and over.
My hands forever tied down
Watching your smile float by.
I'm left over.
I don't want you to be happy without me
I'm sick inside of this cell
That I have put myself in,
Over and over.
They say these moments will pass,
But what will I become then?
One less soldier.
One dead solider.
I'll always be a minor chord
Filled with endless sustain.
I'll give you everything I am
If you want it.
Do you want it?
One dead solider...

Voice,
Can make a grown man cry.
If you can't save this noise,
Then how the hell can I, without cashing in?
My heroes have all died in battle,
So cut off my hands at the wrists.
The streets will run red with our blood now.
The streets will run red,
The streets will run red with my love.
My vendetta black.
Lie,
Until my teeth cave in.
From all the fists that fly,
For the sudden sake,
Of cashing all your chips.
Of cashing in,
My heroes have all died in battle,
So cut off my hands at the wrists.
The streets will run red with our blood now.
The streets will run red,
The streets will run red,
Vendetta Black
Black!
Long wait, hold on.
Long wait, hold on.
Long wait, hold.
My heroes have all died in battle,
So cut off my hands at the wrists.
The streets will run red with our blood now.
The streets will run red with my love.
The streets will run red.
The grateful return to a fable,
And the hateful reside in my lap.
In my hands
My hands,
My hands,
My hands, hands hands,